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Rh The storm-wind, rushing through the sky,
 * Wails from the depths of cloudy space;

Shrill, piercing as the seaman's cry
 * When Death and he are face to face.

Familiar tones are in the gale;
 * They ring upon her startled ear:

And quick and low she pants the tale
 * That tells of agony and fear:

"Still that phantom-ship is nigh—
 * With a vexed and life-like motion,

All beneath an angry sky,
 * Rocking on an angry ocean.

"Round the straining mast and shrouds
 * Throng the spirits of the storm;

Darkly seen through driving clouds,
 * Bends each gaunt and ghastly form.